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Fun prompt! Here's a piece:

To say nothing about the red poinsettia,

or the two cardinals at the feeder,

especially not the red.

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First of all-- I love this whole idea. Here is the title and the first two lines of mine:

Morning Conversations

Light leaves language on the body of cedars

leaf litter rises and falls like the breath

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I love this prompt.

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Life intervened, but I did get a few tentative lines from yesterday's prompt

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Thank you, Nancy!! Here's my title and first two lines:

"Mary with the open hands"

As a girl my mother taught me to make

a fist when our Rottweiler lunged open-

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Dandy prompt. Thank you.

See Me

The wide wooden bench

Invites her to sit

Soak in sunshine

Like the parsnips

Like the pink hydrangeas

The nearby chard and kale

Twists of gray dreadlocks

Fall beneath the brim

Of her floppy straw hat

Clouded eyes above the red mask

Survey the scene

Withered fingers jingle keys

Their clink announcing

I am here

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So, I missed doing this in April and thought I'd try to go through the prompts starting June 1st instead. Here is my Day 1. (Man, it hurt! Kinda like running a marathon after sitting on the couch for a year!)

Evidence

A pile of rubber slippers at the door.

Washed shirts, shorts and bvds, hanging in the carport,

hiding from the rain.

A calico cat in the red cinder driveway

eyeballing the gang of myna birds as they strut and pick at

leftover rice, tossed in the grass.

The wild pigs have to work a little harder.

We wake to an excavated yard, snout-shaped furrows

evidence of the search for grubs and roots.

High-stepping roosters with strong, pale legs like

distance runners, police the fence line, trying out their

new voices.

Somewhere, a sad dog barks and howls. Somewhere,

a weed wacker hums, a generator starts, a gun goes off.

At night, there are so many stars in the sky, I feel drunk.

We haven't given up. Not yet, anyway.

The proof is in the rusty coffee cans lined up on the porch,

filled with gardenia starts, fat with buds.

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